I pity my lovely wife. I am not good at being sick. It's just not who I am.

I'm sitting here, in the midst of a semi- sick day/slow work day, trying to recover from being sick last night. I'm at about 85%, I'd say, and it's no fun. I got home from work yesterday, crawled into bed & slept for three hours. Then I got up, ate a little something, finished a movie with my wife & went to bed again.

I stayed home today. Probably one of only two times a year that I actually take a sick day. Even then (& now), I'm typing on my computer, trying to get a few things done, at least, so I can feel like my day was at least mildly worthwhile.